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Granted down here in Florida it's not as cold as other parts of the US, but it is a bit chilly which doesn't help our bathroom which is normally chilly anyway. When mom and I got home she went to use the bathroom. All of a sudden she yells "OH POO! That's COLD!"

Yes, that was from the toilet seat. She then stated that it felt like an icy spike was driven up her rear end.

I, being the horrible daughter that I am, started to laugh myself silly.

DD was playing a game where she describes herself. So she was asking things like, "Is Sophie* smart?" and I would answer yes, she is smart. The game went on for a while until she got playful.

DD: Is Sophie beautiful?Me: Yes, you're beautiful.DD: Is I beautiful?Me: Yes, you're very beautiful.DD: Ha ha ha, I not Sophie, I Woody (and she grabbed the character doll from the Toy Story movie)Me: Well, Woodys are beautiful too.

*not her real name

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In the United States today, there is a pervasive tendency to treat children as adults, and adults as children. The options of children are thus steadily expanded, while those of adults are progressively constricted. The result is unruly children and childish adults. ~Thomas Szasz

DD was playing a game where she describes herself. So she was asking things like, "Is Sophie* smart?" and I would answer yes, she is smart. The game went on for a while until she got playful.

DD: Is Sophie beautiful?Me: Yes, you're beautiful.DD: Is I beautiful?Me: Yes, you're very beautiful.DD: Ha ha ha, I not Sophie, I Woody (and she grabbed the character doll from the Toy Story movie)Me: Well, Woodys are beautiful too.

Had to laugh at myself today. The vehicle ahead of me at a stoplight was one of those really jacked up mini pickups. It was so lifted that you would have needed a four foot ladder to get in. Dangling from the receiver hitch were the ubiquitous plastic "dangly bits", only these were green. I'll admit that the first thought through my head was "Compensating much???" But the second thought was "Dang, better get those whacked off before the gangrene spreads..."

Had to laugh at myself today. The vehicle ahead of me at a stoplight was one of those really jacked up mini pickups. It was so lifted that you would have needed a four foot ladder to get in. Dangling from the receiver hitch were the ubiquitous plastic "dangly bits", only these were green. I'll admit that the first thought through my head was "Compensating much???" But the second thought was "Dang, better get those whacked off before the gangrene spreads..."

Slinking off thataway---->

Could have been worse - if they were blue, they'd be euphemistically saying quite a bit about the driver's scrabble life

Had to laugh at myself today. The vehicle ahead of me at a stoplight was one of those really jacked up mini pickups. It was so lifted that you would have needed a four foot ladder to get in. Dangling from the receiver hitch were the ubiquitous plastic "dangly bits", only these were green. I'll admit that the first thought through my head was "Compensating much???" But the second thought was "Dang, better get those whacked off before the gangrene spreads..."

Slinking off thataway---->

Could have been worse - if they were blue, they'd be euphemistically saying quite a bit about the driver's scrabble life

Probably because they can't play the game properly, what with their wooden piece only holding about 3 scrabble tiles instead of the regulation 7.

Yesterday at lunch I got quite an eyeful. I had just returned to my car in the parking lot when some movement in my rearview mirror caught my eye. A gentleman had returned to his truck and as he approached the drivers side door he paused, looked around and turned his back towards my car and began to scratch his butt thoroughly with both hands. This went on for several seconds before he looked around again and climbed into his vehicle. I had to chuckle because not only did he check for witnesses twice (!) but never considered there might be people in the cars parked across from his but also because this entire show was being witnessed in my REAR view mirror! Ha Ha!

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"Oh people can come up with statistics to prove anything. 14% of people know that" - Homer Simpson

Had to laugh at myself today. The vehicle ahead of me at a stoplight was one of those really jacked up mini pickups. It was so lifted that you would have needed a four foot ladder to get in. Dangling from the receiver hitch were the ubiquitous plastic "dangly bits", only these were green. I'll admit that the first thought through my head was "Compensating much???" But the second thought was "Dang, better get those whacked off before the gangrene spreads..."

Slinking off thataway---->

Could have been worse - if they were blue, they'd be euphemistically saying quite a bit about the driver's scrabble life

Probably because they can't play the game properly, what with their wooden piece only holding about 3 scrabble tiles instead of the regulation 7.

This. I laughed so hard at this video of a little girl who is meeting her dad's twin brother for the first time. The alarm in her face as you can see her trying to figure out how there's suddenly two of her daddy in the room, then she's looking back and forth between them, not sure who she wants to be clinging to . . .

This. I laughed so hard at this video of a little girl who is meeting her dad's twin brother for the first time. The alarm in her face as you can see her trying to figure out how there's suddenly two of her daddy in the room, then she's looking back and forth between them, not sure who she wants to be clinging to . . .

That was so funny.

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DH: "Slartibartfast, I need some help!"Me: (coming into the kitchen) "What's up?"DH: "Bittybartfast is rebelling against the containment regime."*I round the kitchen island to see Bittybartfast (age 19 months) sitting on the floor in her BRAND NEW I-JUST-PUT-THEM-ON-HER-FIVE-MINUTES-AGO clean clothes, with an adult-sized bowl of baked beans and a toddler spoon in front of her, absolutely covered in baked beans. (As is the floor, and one side of the kitchen island.)Me: "Why did you give her a bowl of baked beans?"DH: "We were sharing it. It was going pretty well until she stuck her hand in it."Me: "Why didn't you put a bib on her?"DH: *long pause* "Oh."Me: "This is entirely on your head." *goes back to eHell to post this*

So yeah, probably shouldn't laugh, but now DH is trying to catch a very slimy, sticky Bittybartfast, who has figured out there's some sort of chasing game going on, and he's going to have to completely strip her down and probably at least stick her clothes in the sink to soak as well. And I feel absolutely zero need to step in . . .

(ETA: turns out DH's version of "clean up the mess" is to let the dogs in. I'm hoping he removes Bittybartfast from the area first, or she's going to be a very unhappy baby . . .)